A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply